Rebellion (After the Haunted FF)

Chapter 20

Sorry that this took so long to get out. My bad... I give credit to Note_Block5 for giving me an idea for this chapter awhile back.
(Spoiler!)
I'd also like to give credit to EnderGirlEndy11 for a character that will be appearing that she created. I hope you're okay with some of the character changes I had to make for the sake of the story.
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Mia's point of view-

Before I could even open my eyes, I could smell rain, and the masked scent of burnt wood and flesh. It was sickening. I groaned as my eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling intense internal and external pain and aching throughout my body.
It was dark, with wood scattered everywhere, and part of the ship arched over us, covering us from the harsh rain outside. Drips of water fell from the broken wood, soaking the wood and mud below us.
My eyes widened as I gasped, seeing Grayson's limp body across from me, his back against the wood wall and his hat was nowhere to be seen. I pushed myself up, but let out a cry of pain as I fell onto mud. My entire body hurts... I pushed myself up once more, examining my own body. My knees were bleeding very badly, the blood covering my lower legs. My arms were covered in scrapes and a few burns, and my left cheek was bleeding from a large gash.
I slowly made my ways towards my unconscious friend, gritting my teeth from each pain filled step I took. I fell to my knees once I was by his side. Blood was running down his face from a bad head wound, and I could see some blood seeping through his sleeves. Parts of his jacket now had holes from being burned, and his blonde beard and hair had ash and blood in the strands. His arm didn't look right, like his shoulder was out of place.

"G-Grayson..?" I whispered as I tried to shake him awake, not able to get my voice very high.

His emerald eyes fluttered open as he slowly looked up. I could see in his gaze that he was dazed and in pain. His head turned, his eyes looking up at me.

"M-Mia? Are...are you...?" He whispered, also struggling to talk.

I hissed as I grabbed my arm, even though I knew that it wouldn't do anything, except stopping the bleeding to an extent. His body was shaking, before he started coughing.

"I'm f-fine, Grayson." I finally replied back.

His eyes closed. "What about...th-the others?" He hissed out.

I shook my head, making my neck ache. "I-I don't know. I haven't s-seen them...y-yet." Why does everything bad happen to us?

He tried to get up, but quickly let out a scream. His arm shot up, grabbing his shoulder. He fell back again, his back slamming against the wooden wall. He started letting out deep breaths, cringing in pain. I hoped that his shoulder wasn't broken.

"Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out an arm incase he needed help.

He pushed me away, saying that he was fine. His bloody, gloved hand grabbed his shoulder, pushing it to get it back into place. I cringed again, disturbed by the cracking sound that his shoulder made. It sounded so painful.
Grayson pushed himself up, with a grunt, at first stumbling on his feet. He looked through a large hole in the wreckage of the ship, looking out at the destruction the crash left in it's wake. Trees were torn down. Burnt wood was scattered across the ground, but one thing caught our eyes. Underneath a pile of wood, was Luke's body. I gasped, and immediately ran to his aid, while Grayson made his way to him a bit slower than I. I feel to my knees, placing my hands on the wood and tried to lift a large piece off of him.